I went to meet his colleague in one of their office in Lekki, collected my money, went straight to bank. I was so rich during this period, i bought a new phone for my mum and siblings, bought clothes for them, bought for me also. I bought somethings for my son but i couldn’t visit Obinna’s place cos of my pregnancy, i was still ashamed of visiting him, Obinna was also stubborn, he doesn’t want me to see my son, i was bittered, sometimes i cried for doing such, why would he deny me from seeing my son, i also called his parents but they didn’t pick my calls. I was frustrated, i want my son. One of my friends advice me to get police to go arrest him, i didn’t even think it twice.
It was on Monday morning, i paid and brought police to arrest the idiot, he was not even in his house, it was in his parent’s house the whole thing happened, it was hell that day, it was chaotic that day, i really embarrassed him and his family, their compound was full people that day, i went there with some of my crazy friends and siblings, he didn’t want to leave the kid for me, i lied against the fool, what do you expect? The police will definitely obey me cos i payed them, he was being dragged, he was prepared to go to his office that morning. His mother was practically on her knees begging that we should leave him and take my son, to cut the long story short, i was given my son. I made sure Obinna wept, he cried, he’s got a soft heart but he was so angry that day, assuming i came alone, he would beat the hell out of me. I took my son from that horrible neighbourhood. It wasn’t easy…
My son began to live with me, i was still in my mother’s house during this period. I was so happy to see my son again…. I was frequent in school cos of my references too, we have defended our project already. Bidemi was not in school anymore, i hardly see her, she passed, she had already started clearance, also Cynthia, they would be going for their NYSC withe next batch. All these while Zvicka didn’t call, i was kinda worried, i didn’t call him cos he warned not to call him cos of his wife, 4 weeks gone, he didn’t call, initially i didn’t take it serious cos i thought he was scared because of his wife. 6 weeks gone, he didn’t call my pregnancy was so bigger this time, i will be due in few weeks, Zvicka didn’t call. So i decided to call him, his number was not reachable, i was scared, i tried his number for several days but it was not reachable. I became scared and worried, i called his colleague here in Nigeria, that is Cynthia’s husband, that one too didn’t pick my calls.
I became worried, i had to travel down to Ibadan cos my mum was beginning to get more worried and insulting me as well. I went to IITA, the security wouldn’t let me in, cos i don’t have pass, i asked them if Zvicka was back, i was told he’s not back from Israel. I used to have the driver’s number he’s a Nigeria, i called him also and he said he hasn’t heard from him, that he has been assigned to another person. I became more worried, what is going on? I couldn’t go home, i just went to school, my school house rent won’t be due till next 6 months, i just had to stay in school cos i don’t know what to tell my mum and she’s been calling me to find out the out come. I couldn’t pick her calls, i just can’t, what will i tell her?
2 months later……
I have given birth to a boy, he’s mixed, all these while Zvicka didn’t call neither was his number was going through. I became devasted, thank God i was saving from the money he gave me, assuming i was spending recklessly, what would have happened to me, moreover no money was coming from anywhere else again, so i just had to spend wisely. After given birth, there nothing like naming ceremony, it was just pastor that named him, he was named Bidemi Zvicka.
I was in my mum’s place, i was a bit ashamed of myself, but i still had that fate that Zvicka would call me, probably the Divorce issue was messy for him and his family, i still believe and hoped he would call me. My first son was still living with me, Obinna don’t visit again, he just call and send money for his son upkeep, he bought a personal phone for his son so that he can talk with him. We became sworn enemies, even though i was beginning to regret my past actions towards Obinna.
3 months later….
Still no word from Zvicka, i called his number not reachable, i called some of his colleagues, some said they’ve not heard from him, some didn’t pick my calls, i was worried. Some of my friends were asking when is the wedding, i just had to lie to them that Zvicka is busy in Israel, i just had fake things up to people except my family, i just had to pretend nothing was going on, faking i’m getting married to a white man. My son was over 3 months old, my mother advised me to go to IITA, to go and complain in their office or something.